CHAPTER 613: CHAPTER 156: CLEARLY DELINEATED

In the very center of the giant island, there was a small, raised square. The square was eerily empty, as if deliberately crafted as a gathering spot, artificially split into two halves.

At this moment, two distinctly divided camps glared at each other with fury, the air above the small square thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Chen Xiran, was the beautifully dressed woman from the tavern who had previously spoken in support of Li Qingming.

Her dignified beauty and slender, graceful figure stood tall. Her tiny waist, delicate as a water snake, her skin crystal-clear and as fair as snow. Her eyes, shining like autumn waters, were bright and captivating. Her dense lashes appeared like black brushes above them, and beneath the straight bridge of her nose were thin, tender lips soft as rose petals. Her face, fair as jade, seemed as though it could drip water.

She was speaking with the handsome young man, saying, "Brother, although we encountered some fierce beasts along the way, our journey has been smooth! Logically speaking, with Daoist Li’s high cultivation, even if Huntian set up checkpoints to block him, he should not be able to do so. But now that three hours have passed, why hasn’t he come out yet?"

The young man, clad in a purple robe, appeared slightly gaunt. His eyes were as bright as stars. He smiled, not quite laughing as he glanced at Chen Xiran, saying, "Xiran, why are you so anxious?"

Chen Xiran’s face flushed with a light pink, and she shyly said, "What are you talking about, Brother! Your sister is just curious!"

Standing behind the man, clad in a black Daoist robe, with temples greying, the middle-aged man flicked his sleeve lightly, teasing, "Ha ha! It seems Haoran is right! Xiran must have fallen for that Daoist Li at first sight!"

Chen Xiran’s pretty face turned cold, and she glared indignantly at the middle-aged cultivator, saying, "Uncle Ye Jun, do you want me to go back and tell Auntie that you’ve been flirting around outside?"

"Uh..." Ye Jun’s face stiffened, and he scratched his head awkwardly, saying, "Xiran, let’s talk this through! How about, I go and ask for you?"

Saying this, Ye Jun strode forward and called out to the Huntian camp, "Hey! You’re called Huntian, right? I have a question for you, did you send people to block Li Qingming and the others?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding area fell silent, everyone stretching their necks, staring at the Huntian camp.

Huntian glanced coldly at the opposite camp and snorted disdainfully, "Hmph, nonsense!"

"Whoosh..."

This response was like poking a hornet’s nest. No matter what, Ye Jun was a late Sub-Saint powerhouse, also ranking among the top in various realms. Huntian’s utter disregard of etiquette was utterly outrageous.

"Huntian, what are you being arrogant about! If it weren’t for Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons backing you, you’d be nothing!"

"You still think you can offer chances to become a Saint? Do you think becoming a Saint is as common as cabbage?"

"Ridiculous, still nonsense? I think it’s you who does not know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!"

Huntian’s words instantly ignited the anger of the more than four hundred people present. In an instant, the situation became explosively tense.

Listening to the crowd’s scolding, Huntian got angrier the more he heard, fuming more and more. Being the Desert King of the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons, he was exalted, and never had anyone dared to insult him like this!

"Shut up, all of you!"

In that moment, Huntian lost his temper, his body exuding a vast amount of black demonic energy. His powerful Blood Qi surged like a sea, wildly rushing towards the opposite side, making the raised square tremble.

"Hmph, Huntian! Don’t think you’re the only Sub-Saint here!" A series of cold snorts came from the opposite camp led by Ye Jun.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

Over twenty tremendous forces soared up, instantly suppressing Huntian’s momentum.

Suddenly, the sky above the square changed color, as if filled with endless lightning resonating. Even the ground shook violently, cracks appeared from nowhere, spewing out Infinite Light, the might of over twenty Sub-Saints swept across like an ocean.

The immense pressure was like both a sea and a blade, surging powerfully. The brilliance pierced through Heaven and Earth, vast and boundless!

The faces of everyone in the Huntian camp changed color, and even their ten Sub-Saints released their full power, striving to match Ye Jun’s camp.

"Boom!"

One hour later, the ten sub-saint cultivators of the Huntian camp, including Huntian himself, could no longer hold on. They felt as if their chests were fiercely struck by a heavy hammer, and they all flew backwards.

"Master!" "Fellow Daoist!"

The cultivators under Huntian’s command became disordered, chasing after them in panic, helping them up.

"Puh!"

Huntian coughed up blood, suffering severe injuries. The concerted force of more than twenty sub-saints was overwhelmingly powerful, causing them a great loss.

He waved his hand to push away the few cultivators supporting him, glaring fiercely at Ye Jun and the other twenty sub-saints, and coldly said: "Good, very good! Hmph!"

Ye Jun, with a look of disdain, retorted: "Yes, we are indeed good! If you have the ability, then kill me!"

"You..."

Huntian trembled with rage, about to hurl some harsh words, but then he noticed a "rumbling" sound coming from the east side. Soon after, the entire heavenly vault began to tremble, as if a raging river came crashing down, and the air was filled with a surging, solemn aura.

Everyone stared intently in that direction, wanting to know if the emerging force was fierce beasts or trial takers.

"Such a massive momentum, it must be a group of fierce beasts?"

"Not necessarily, the murderous aura of fierce beasts is filled with a dark and gloomy sense, whereas this solemn aura is filled with righteousness."

"They are coming out, they are about to appear..."

Feeling this terrifying aura, people from both sides showed nervous expressions.

"Swoosh!"

Eleven dazzling seven-colored rainbows streaked across the sky, then landed in the small square at the center of the giant island, carrying a thick killing intent as if they had just returned from a battlefield.

"What? How could it be them?"

"Could it be that Lord Zhen Jia and Lord Leng Binghan and the others are all dead?"

Everyone in the Huntian camp shuddered, their faces becoming increasingly grim, obviously thinking of their own people who had gone to besiege Li Qingming.

Glancing at Huntian again, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his face was so gloomy that water could drip from it.

"How terrifying! Those were three hundred outstanding individuals from various realms! Just eleven people managed to kill at least three hundred beings above the Quasi-Saint Realm."

"Incredible, truly incredible!"

People in the Ye Jun camp all showed joy, relieved that Li Qingming and others had survived.

Chen Xiran’s eyes sparkled with delight, transforming into a pink butterfly, she cut through the heavenly vault to Li Qingming’s side, bashfully bowing, and said: "Daoist Li, are all fellow Daoists well?"

Li Qingming was startled, then smilingly waved his hand: "Oh! It’s Daoist Chen, we are all unharmed!"

At this moment, Chen Haoran also arrived with his group, greeting: "Fellow Daoist, seeing you all safe and sound, we are also relieved!"

Li Qingming returned the gesture, saying: "Thank you, fellow Daoists, for your concern!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a recommendation vote or monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)